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Let’s take a moment to honor one of the most underappreciated organs in the body. No, it’s not your heart, and no, not your lungs either, although they certainly do important things like keeping you alive and allow to sigh dramatically when life feels like a bad episode of Friends. Ok, a bad episode of Grey’s Anatomy, as I don’t believe ANY episodes from Friends are bad. Huge fan, HUGEE! Back to the topic… I’m talking about your liver, that brownish, quietly determined powerh

Let’s start with the obvious. Bhramari is not a fruit, not a fancy Himalayan cheese, and definitely not the name of your neighbor’s cat who snacks only on moon-charged sardines. Bhramari is a powerful breathing technique that has been around for centuries. It is also called bee breath. Ancient yogis knew exactly what they were doing, and I like to imagine them studying bees with great seriousness to figure this one out. When you practice it, you hum like a bee and before you

You don’t have to be an artist to be creative. You don’t have to like glitter, own a paintbrush, carve wood, or even be particularly good at singing in the shower (though, let’s be honest, that’s where most of my Grammy-worthy performances happen). Creativity isn’t just about what you make, it’s about how you see things. And no, I’m not talking about your eyes. I’m talking about that deeper way of seeing, the one that helps you dance through chaos, respond to discomfort, and

“The equivalent of external noise is the inner noise of thinking. The equivalent of external silence is inner stillness.” – Eckhart Tolle It is such a simple truth, and yet we somehow manage to ignore it most of the time. We spend so much energy trying to control the world around us, hoping that if things could just calm down out there, we might finally feel some peace in here. But that is not really how it works, is it? When was the last time you truly experienced stillness?

How did your travel adventures start?Did it start because you heard someone rave about a tropical island? Or because you saw a documentary that made your sofa feel suddenly inadequate and boring? Or did you simply wake up one day and think, “I am done with the gray weather, I am going to Sunnyland”? Whatever the reason, travel begins long before the suitcase is packed. It shows up as a pull in the chest, a quiet whisper from the body saying, “Let’s go somewhere… anywhere.” Tr

How many of you are just… fine? Not overflowing with joy, not grounded in peace, not fully alive. Just comfortably numb. Settled in the familiar, existing more than living. What would it honestly take to shake you out of that comfort? In Yoga and spiritual practices, we often talk about transformation, evolving, awakening, becoming. Same same but different. But here is a truth that doesn’t get mentioned nearly enough: real transformation asks for something to die first, to be

(Spoiler: They're not just for texting or holding your matcha mug.) Some time ago I wrote about “the Power of Feet,” so it only feels right to climb the body ladder and talk about their equally fascinating relatives: the hands. These five little co-workers tap, type, scroll, wave, knead, stir, and for those who live life fully, still give a triumphant clap when the plane touches down. (I know someone who does this every time, purely to see who else will join. The suspense is

Let’s start here: I do not have a six-pack, I cannot do the split (yet), and you will not catch me in a handstand (mostly because I am still perfecting the “not falling over like a startled flamingo” part) on some remote cliff with my hair flowing in slow motion. Before Yoga, I often used to think, “If I were just a little more "something", then maybe I would finally be worthy,” worthy of being seen, loved, chosen. Guess what? You will never be “enough” if you are measuring y

How do you talk to yourself when nobody is listening? Would you speak to others the way you speak to yourself? Chances are, when you look in the mirror, the first thing you notice is what you do not like. Maybe it is your hair deciding to audition for a 1980s music video or that tiny wrinkle you are convinced grew overnight. When you make a mistake, even a harmless one, you are quick to judge. You might call yourself names or say things you would never dream of saying to some

And here we are, guys... the last step, the final limb of Patanjali's 8 Limbs: Samadhi . Many of you might have heard the word before and have a vague idea of what it means, but the truth is, you can only truly understand it if you’ve experienced it yourself. No amount of reading or listening can substitute the depth of knowing that comes from direct experience. Samadhi is a full, complete state of absorption in the object of meditation. It brings with it a profound sense of

And here we are, lovies... getting closer to absolute bliss. But as with most beautiful things in life, it’s not that easy. The spiritual...

And now we enter the so-called “scary” aspects of the 8 limbs... because from here on, we venture into territory where there is no more...

You can smell, hear, see, taste, and touch. You’ve practiced and fine-tuned these senses for years. But what about the feeling within?...

Breathe.  That’s all you need to do. If you can breathe, you can do anything. Breathing is meant to be the most natural thing we do, and...

Most people think Yoga  is just the physical stuff. You know, those bendy poses where someone looks like a human pretzel or is balancing...

Last week we explored the Yamas, so this week we’re diving into the second limb of Patanjali’s path: the Niyamas . While the Yamas guide...

In Yogic philosophy, there is something called "The 8 Limbs of Patanjali." These are eight powerful suggestions on how to live a more...

"I need to go shopping. I need to clean the house. I should answer those emails. Ugh, I’m so tired, maybe I’ll just rest a little... No,...

Have you ever said or thought a word and immediately felt  it in your body? Like, viscerally? As if it wasn’t just a thought, but an...

Fear is often understood as "I’m scared of snakes", "I’m scared of the dark", or "I’m scared of danger"… but in a spiritual sense, fear...